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[kuangning]

We are the instruments of creation;
What we dream, is.
What we imagine becomes
The fabric of our reality.
We create the gods in our own image,
Shape the winds to be our playthings--
And yet, lest we grow
Enslaved to our own might,
Hide the secret from ourselves,
Within the mirrored walls
Of our minds.
Our visions manifest
As our commonplaces;
Our nightmares
Become real tragedies:
The least of our children
With a fantasy
Can redeem us,
The mightiest may be brought low
By the terrors his mind fabricates.
Dream, then, of splendor,
Of majesty...
For our dreams
Are the hands of the gods.

(As always, thanks to Michael, aka Ti`Grah, whose /quit message of many years furnished the inspiration and the first two lines.)

Could've made you promise;
You might've been true.
Could've clipped your wings,
But we loved watching you fly..
Soared somewhere over the edge,
Where none of us could touch...
And all of us were watching you,
But we missed so much...

December was dying,
And we didn't know...
Thought you were magic--
You told us so.


Sorry, December...

You heard all the warnings,
But you did as you pleased.
How could we tame you?
You were wild as the seas...
So I played for the living;
Yes, I played my best...
Only my best for you, girl,
But you know the rest...

Wanted to watch you fly again;
Wanted to see you smile again...
Did I tell you
You were beautiful, then?
See you, December...

Bright blue day; heard the angels sighing...
If I look, I can see December flying...
Never heard December crying...
Never saw December dying...
Our December...

December was dying,
And we didn't know...
We laid her to rest today--
Time to let go.

Goodbye, December.

~o~ -|~o~|- ~o~

Give me your hand,
And we will dance,
Like spindrift, like starlight...
Like petals,
Floating softly to the ground.

Give me your trust,
And we will share our souls,
Like sunshine after rain,
When the bitterness
Has been washed away.

Give me your heart,
And we will laugh together,
Plan futures,
Like castles built on clouds,
Lie in each other's arms
Until I am sated
With the taste and touch
And scent of you,
Until I close my eyes
And you are all my world...

Give me your love,
And our fantasies will come real,
And our reality will be
The starstuff dreams are made of...
For I will give to you my own.

Give me your hand,
And the journey begins...
Give me your hand.